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The Atom Split (Kyrie)
02:02
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Thats when the bomb fell
The atom split
And we ran from the fallout
A nuclear winter
Shame so thick
We welcome the blackout
Dearly beloved
Bone and dust
Got played in a long con
Traded our father
For power that rusts
East of Eden
But he called us good
And gave us a garden
Oh a green thumb won’t turn back time
We left a mark
Wound in his side
Nails in his hands and feet
Lord have mercy
But you called us good
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What is a Kyrie?
01:49
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Parallel Lines
03:31
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Parallel Lines
Straight and blind
March in time
But no rhythm no rhyme
And in cheap old wine
I drown my mind
With open eyes I fail to see
I've fallen so far
I’m in this way to deep
My heart is inside out
I only know pain
I think I am sideways now
And I can not explain away
How I feel
Like I will find myself asleep
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Hot Pink Proverbs 31
02:10
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Holy water burns your eyes
‘Cause of the chlorine
Mind your mama and don’t you lie
About that sunscreen
Idle hands are where the devil plays
And sunburn is hell
Cannon ball with a T-shirt on
‘Cause of your body
Hot pink Proverbs 31
For men’s safety
Christian gals in Babylon
Don’t speak for themselves
But Jezebel has a mind of her own
Somewhere between heaven and home
She’s begging please
Not a death at sea
True love waits
And witches float
While deacons and
Good ol’ boys tell jokes
Hey daughter of Eve
Smile for me
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Minor Bee Stings
03:19
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Minor bee stings will not haunt me now
But darling your words are poisonous
Mind the swelling shallow breaths in and out
I’m sorry but who will say it first
Death and doorways naked fire escape
My pride has tide me to the bed
Barely sleeping the nightmare is taken shape
I’m drowning in an empty bottle of booze
Living and dying I feel it in my bones
The body keeps memories like photographs
Remember to smile blinded by the flash
But the story is everything out of frame
Corona communion loneliness in a glass
Of grape juice the bread of life was stale
Hocus-pocus a phoenix from the ash
So thank god the lord is gluten-free
Minor bee stings will not haunt me now
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Hoc est corpus meum?
04:36
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Holy Hem & Garment Tails
01:26
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I won’t close my eyes
And fall asleep
And wake up fine
There’s poison in my veins
The pressure is high
I am losing time
Well holy hem and garment tails
Are just a stones throw away
So risk that death and ridicule
To lose your shame and blood stains
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roemer Weimar, Germany
Sacred and profane folk on Old Bear Records, living in Weimar and playing small-body 12-fret guitars.
roemer recommends:
Hands down one of the best songwriters in the Berlin folk scene.
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A good friend and fellow Co-Host of the weekly open stage at Prachtwerk in Berlin-Neukölln.
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Good friends in the Pacific North West making some great music.
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